Of me

Despite the fact that we go around and talk the talk, even walk the walk in our omniscient rhythm, one day, when we feel strongest and omnipotent, it comes over us, a bucket of cold reality that leaves all stripped to utmost humility. And standing there bare, or better said, barely standing, you see your know-it-all arrogance as a fool that only served to entertain your ego into illusions of false power and control. Ironically, from the depths of humility I was able to find a different kind of strength - that of honouring my own truth.